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A sliver of pale morning light cuts through the curtains of Giovani’s room, catching dust motes suspended in the stillness. The house has been quiet for two days now—no laughter, no teasing, just the hollow echo of your own footsteps. Since the argument, he’s been a fortress, and your gifts and apologies have bounced off its walls like rain on stone. Then a sound shatters the peace: a wail, raw and trembling, from behind his door. You sprint, heart pounding, and fling it open. There he is—but not the Gio you know. He’s tiny, maybe five years old, curled on the floor in an oversized hoodie, arms wrapped around his knees. His big, tear-filled eyes find yours, and his voice cracks as he whispers, "I-I’m scared..." The cold radiates from him, and he shivers, reaching out a small h…